2B

a pack of pencils, freshly sharpened, not dull

the beat of the music, a soft gentle lull

granite against paper, marks in the sand

productivity, oh, a feeling so grand

to be or not to be, that is the question. .

I think and I ponder, a focused expression

my poor 2B pencil, it's not to blame

for what happened next, it's just such a shame

. . .

just as I thought I reached ideology ascension

it's sad it took death to get my attention

a sickening snap, my pencil is wrecked

all just because some philosophical interject  

Author's Note

pardon the nonsense, and thanks for reading ;)

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

And then as writers we feel sorry for the writing instrument we damaged out of frustration.
The soft gentle lull before the frenzy of words hits the page.
I really like this...
It's DecentlyOkayPoem.
And part of my heart and soul will always be in NY as well.

j.

[emmajoygreen]

Serious stuff but not all it's made to be, sets something in motion then pauses to think - in ultra slow motion. Thoughts sympathise with each other until - wrapped in pity, frustration or hopelessness they breakdown and need be towed into a wastebin or hang about waiting for something to happen. Perhaps?!

[Zombified Spider]

Honestly when I first saw the title of the poem I thought it was 28 because my dyscalculia acted up. then I thought you turned 28. Then I freaked out because I thought you were younger than that.
anyway I like the poem, my pencil is also wrecked.
We can be wrecks together

[DecentlyOkayWriter]

ahhh, I'm NOWHERE near 28 T-T glad to be in company as a wreck, however

[Davidgeo]

I think you should write like this more often

[DecentlyOkayWriter]

Maybe I will, just to see where it takes me.